From here to there and back again, or the journey from top to bottom and side to side. An eclectic blog for reviews and poetry. Television, film and theater with an occasional random choice.

Wednesday, February 28, 2007

the edge, no. 2

sitting at the edge, just anincautious fellowmesmerizedby the dark hollowi've made of the night53 floors climb below meraised in steel and raw windeach voraciouseach with its yammeringand i'm sometimes troubledsometimes worriedwill i fall?

bring my mirror a littlecloserup here where i may makesome chatter with the godshow do i compare?is it wrong to admirewhat can steal the very graceof heaven?

sitting at the edge, justsinging to the cloudsas they whirl and give nodrumble with appreciationi'm shaking this thronewith laughterspying on the little peoplepraying and dancingfloor by floorpassing love like lollipopstasty lemon dropsmaybe if i snap my fingersi can be king

come taste my commandof lustbut eat it carefullydrink it cautiouslyit consumes more rabidlythan bloodand i have no use foran old and used servant

are you?

i can make you mortalagainyou fear that you mightlive foreverlet me take that uneasyshimmeri can remove that torturedglimmerno more than summer dewrandom and ill-suited toyour improper gardenbelieve in me